My parents and I were sitting in the car. I was about 9 years old, chilling and singing to the music with my parents. I am singing while my mom looks back at me, smiling with the bright smile that everyone always loved. She was singing with me and laughing my dad too who was driving at the time.
"Dad look at me, look at me" I say wanting him to look and my new dance moves while I was singing
My dad turned around, but right when he did the car in front of us stopped my mom was yelling at my dad to turn around to pay attention, but when he turned around he was too late and everything went black....
I woke up in a cold sweat, breathing in deeply from the my nightly nightmare ever since that day. I look around my room and see the broken mirror, that my father smashed me into a couple weeks ago, and than i look down to see the piece of thin fabric I call my bed with another piece of fabric I call my blanket, and of course there is no pillow.
I guess you need a little background about me, my name is Juliana, I'm 16, and my father abuses me ever since, my mother died on that night of the crash.
He says it is my fault, over the years I started believing him little and little, and now I finally do.
I get up slowly from the floor, still being in pain from last night's beating. It wasn't the worst one I've gotten, but after every time I am still really sore
I walk over to my closet and grabbing my signature look, my hoodie and my jeans. I get dressed as fast I could with how much pain I am, and believe me that took a while. I walk to my bathroom, and braiding my curly hair, into to two french braids. I then put a little bit of foundation on my face to cover up the bruises, which ended up being a lot anyways. I then put up my hood to cover some of the bruises I couldn't cover up with the foundation.
I walk out of my room, to find my father asleep on the couch in front of the T.V. I tiptoe around him into the kitchen, hurrying to make bacon and eggs, which was his usual breakfast.
I of course only made enough for him, because I could only eat the scraps, or some bread, if my father allows me to. I set everything on the table and place a beer on the table in front of his plate, than I quickly put my shoes on a grab my backpack, running out the door, knowing my father is going to wake up soon.
I start my hour long journey to school, because my father will never get me a car, but I guess its okay it gives me reason to leave early and stay away from my father.
I continue walking with the occasional cars pass by, but than this one car pasts by and gets a little too close the curb and splashes water all over me.
The car then stops and drives back some, when it reaches me and he rolls down the window, I gasp realizing who it is.
It's Dean, the school's one and only bad boy, before he could get a good look at my face, knowing the foundation wiped off my face, I looked down pulling my hood farther on my head, and starts walking fast to school, with a slight limp, because of my father's activities last night.
When Dean noticed I was just going to ignore him, he rolled up his window and drove the rest of the way to school, thinking to himself.
I finally arrive at school looking at the front gates and just thinking...lets get this hell over and done with.
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You Are Never Alone
RomanceA young girl, who's mother died in a car accident when she was a baby, was left alone with an excuse of a father. Her father, drank, smoked, and worst of all abused her, until all she could see was black. What happens when the bad boy takes down her...
